My family went on vacation to Cancun while I buried my 12 year old son… and when they returned, they were homeless. Without warning. No return.

old. Our son Mateo was 12 years old, he served tens, played baseball, and still let me adjust his hair before going to school, even though I pretended it bothered him.

We lived well, without offensive luxuries, but with stability. Joaquín had inherited a small apartment near the center from his grandmother. We didn’t need it, so when Verónica and Rubén continue reading …